Poems from Journey Clark
She’s got sad eyes when’s she’s not looking right
She moves her body like its sex
She’s smooth and dark like a figure in between
Like she...
I think it’s possible that I am schizophrenic
More possible than I am sane
Since sane is an abstract concept
In this era
I shared this...
“I should be writing”
I tell myself
With an empty mind…
I should be writing,
but I’ve gathered
all my words together
and patted them...
The tone he takes with me
is alabaster in my eyes,
someone’s bones he’s ground down
to dust that settled on his keyboard
because he no...
Clocks just don’t do the trick
One hand always behind the other
Telling us we have more t i m e
We don’t.
Did you hear about the Red...